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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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870615
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Monday, June 15, 1987
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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LAKERS END CELTICS' MISERY
FAB FORUM FANS LOVE LA TEAM WITH LOT OF HEART
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INGLEWOOD, Calif. --  They were dancing on the court with nine minutes
still left to go. The score was Lakers 85, Celtics 70, time-out was called,
and the Laker cheerleaders grabbed fans from the  front-row seats and, ho, the
heck with Celtic comebacks! They did the victory shimmy right there on the
Forum hardwood, fans and showgirls, as the crowd screamed along with the
thumping public address system:

  "WE LOVE L-A! . . . "

  "WE LOVE IT!"
  James Worthy wiped his forehead, and a tall guy in a white sweat suit
wiggled in front of him. Kareem Abdul- Jabbar tried to listen to coach Pat
Riley, and there was a fat woman in suspenders shaking down to his left.
"Hurry up and party!" the crowd  seemed to say. They love LA. They won it.
They knew it. Where's the beer?
  Well. You can forgive  them the premature celebrations. Nine minutes and 44
points later, this thing was  really  over, the NBA had a new champion, and
the dancing could begin in earnest.
  "PARTY TONIGHT, PARTY  TOMORROW  NIGHT, PARTY ALL SUMMER LONG!" yelled a
champagne-soaked Magic Johnson, the league and series MVP, after it was over.
Why not? The Lakers had returned home from three games in Boston Garden -- two
losses  and a narrow win -- and they'd rushed to their Forum lockers and
breathed a sigh of relief: Yes, they still existed. Their run- and-run
brilliance had not fallen out of the plane somewhere over Nebraska.  On
Sunday, this team -- which seemed to lose its identity by setting its watches
three hours ahead -- "found itself" in California, as people are wont to do
out here.
  And that was that. 
  "PARTY  TONIGHT, PARTY TOMORROW NIGHT . . .," Magic began again.
  Hey. Who says champions can't repeat?
  I'm glad it's over," said coach Pat Riley, as he wiped his soaking hair
following this 106-93 victory,  which gave the Lakers the NBA championship,
their fourth  since 1980.  "We had to win. I told them if we let this thing
slip away from us, it would be the longest summer we'd ever spent."
  Indeed,  the Lakers, who had looked so awesome in the Games 1 and 2
victories here, became mortal, then defeatable out on the East Coast. And when
this Game 6 began, it seemed as if the weary Celtics had figured  a way to
play parquet basketball on a regular floor. They worked the ball inside, kept
LA from accelerating, and led at  halftime, 56-51. The Forum crowd had been
reduced to a big movie theater. Quiet  observers.
  But that's why there's halftime. The Lakers came out in the third quarter
like movie actors desperate to get this take correct. Lights, cameras . . .
action! A Magic lay-up. A Magic dunk.  A  Worthy dunk. A Magic 20-footer. A
Worthy stuff. A Byron Scott jump shot. An A.C. Green tip-in.
  Good night, Beantown. By the time the quarter ended the Lakers led by 13,
and reporters were scrambling  to make sure they hadn't missed anything.
  "WE LOVE L-A!" the speakers roared.
  "WE LOVE IT!" answered the crowd.
  Here were the 40-year-old legs of Abdul-Jabbar lifting him for yet another
sky-hook. Here was James Worthy, holding the ball high in one hand, then
spinning past Celtics and slamming it home. Here was Mychal Thompson, the
backup center who is to LA what Bill  Walton was to  Boston last year,
muscling away rebounds from the green team, scoring 15  points. And here was
Magic, after a slow first half,  being . . . well . . . Magic.
  "Did you have a favorite moment out there  today?" someone asked him. 
  "James's steal," he said, grinning.
  Yes. This was the play that smashed the stalemate. Early third quarter,
Kevin McHale bounces a pass to Dennis Johnson. Worthy jumps  in front, pokes
it away, and gives chase as it bounces toward the out-of-bounds line. 
  "I dove for it, just trying to keep it in play," he recalled later, "and
out of the corner of my eye I saw Magic  coming downcourt."  Worthy swiped it
to him as he crash-landed out of bounds, and the ball bounced to Johnson like
destiny. He dunked it, the Lakers had their first lead since the opening
minutes, and  the last they would need this season. The crowd went nuts.
  "That play . . . " said Johnson,  " . . . well, see, you all think of us as
this cute, pretty team  running up and down the court. But we'll  get on the
floor, we'll bang, we'll get dirty -- and it's never, never talked about.
  "All that's  talked about is how we run. You never notice the heart. But if
you  don't have heart, you don't win  a championship. If you don't play tough
defense, you don't win a championship. If you don't rebound, if you don't get
down on floor, if you don't get dirty. . . . 
  "Well, that's what makes that play  so sweet. We showed everybody we got
heart."
  There can be no denying that now. The Celtics carry much historical
intimidation. To beat them at any time is a formidable task. But if you salute
today  the Lakers' courage, you must do the same for Boston. What could the
Celtics  have been thinking out there, as the  crowd sang and danced? All the
injuries, all the endurance, the seven-game playoff  series against  Milwaukee
and Detroit, all just to come to this: a laugher.
  "We had a lot of heart and dedication," said Boston's Larry Bird, who had
his worst game of the series, scoring  16 points, on 6-for-16 shooting,
compared to 22 for Worthy, who defended him. "But they have a really great
basketball team.
  "Last year, I knew we were gonna win the championship. I just knew it. And
this year,  I somehow knew we were gonna get to the finals. I knew we'd make
it this far. . . . "
  "But to win it?" someone asked. "You weren't as sure of that, were you?"
  "No," he said, honestly.
  So  LA takes it, thanks to brilliant play by Johnson, a return to form by
Worthy, and an amazing 32-point  game by Abdul-Jabbar -- who shaved his head
for the occasion, and, reversing the Samson theory,  seemed to find  more
strength with less up top. There are plenty of questions that remain from this
series: Why couldn't either team be at its best on the road? What if Magic
hadn't hit that hook shot  in Game 4? How hurt is McHale, and was he foolish
for playing this long and this hard with a broken foot?
  Take the summer to ponder such thoughts. For now, know this: The Lakers won
more games than  any team this season. They are the champions.
  "It's hard to say this one is the best," said a grinning Abdul-Jabbar, who
has a handful of championship rings, "but at 40 years old it means a  hell  of
a lot."
  The same holds for Magic, 27, and  Thompson, 32, and Worthy, 25, and
Michael Cooper, 31.  This is more than five or six excellent players. This is
a team.
  So what's the word? Party  tonight, party tomorrow night, party all summer
long. "I'm not even  thinking  about next year!" laughed Johnson. "Not till
October."  
  So be it. A few hours later, when the showers were done, and the uniforms
packed away, the Lakers stepped out through the Forum doors, and it was
sunshine and blue skies, as usual.
  Looks like another perfect day. They won, LA. They won it.
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COLUMN;REACTION; QUOTE;LOS ANGELES LAKERS;BASKETBALL;MAGIC
JOHNSON;NBA;GAME;SERIES;RESULT;BOSTON CELTICS
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